Date: Sun, 31 May 2015 12:25:59 -0400
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 147
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Dedicated to Darren McGavin...Kolchak: the Night Stalker
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THE HARD RIDER
(another sting)
OF DEATH
Part 3
The Brig pulled Bessie to a stop, just past the shooter. As he did, a UNIT
truck arrived, incognito. Five UNIT men came out. "Sergeant Yeats, see if
that man has a permit for that rifle."
"Yes sir."
"Now, then," the Brig started to say as he turned toward Grayson. The boy
was running full speed for the restaurant. "HEY!" The Brig dropped his
shoulders. "Why not?" He took out his pistol, thought better of it, and
holstered it. He started to move toward the restaurant. A presence stopped
him.
"Sir?"
"Yes, sergeant?"
"Orders, sir?"
"Follow me, keep the men out here to keep civilians back and try not to
shoot anything while I'm gone. Not in that order. Understand, sergeant?"
"Yes, sir."
Grayson ignored the remnants of firecrackers, sparkler sticks, burnt paper,
and other signs of yesterday's Fourth of July celebrations. He thought it
was just his imagination that some of them still seemed hot or warm. Maybe,
it was just the sun drenching them in its goodness, even though the fields
of rising smoke set up a dense dark cloud covering. The sun kept shining
through. It was one of those summers where nothing could put a dent in the
fine wash of sunlight. His bare feet felt the fourth but he ignored it and
kept at it until he hopped into the restaurant through one of the broken
windows. Most of the glass had shattered inward where the deer came in.
"Don't move," the Doctor snapped in as quiet a voice as he could. What
Grayson saw amazed him. Using his fingers, the Doctor was making circular
motions on the deer's hide, gently. With his other hand, he was backing the
motions with a kind of cup of his hand. The deer was licking the Doctor's
face. Licking. It stopped to look at Grayson and he could swear the deer
made a face at him. "He's okay." The deer resumed licking the Doctor's
cheek. Grayson's eyes went wide. "We're friends now, aren't we?"
"Yeah...ahh," Grayson started to say but then realized the Doctor meant the
deer.
"Grayson, I need you tell the hu...people out there that we're coming out
now and they're not to shoot at us..."
Grayson smiled. He turned to the window he just came through. "We're coming
out now," he said slowly and deliberately. He waved his arms in the
air. "Do NOT shoot." He turned back to the Doctor to tell him but saw the
Doctor whispering into the deer's right ear. The deer sauntered away from
the Doctor, stopped at Grayson's side, turned back to look at the Doctor,
who nodded approvingly. The deer looked at Grayson and seemed to
smile. SMILE! Grayson was amazed and stood still on the spot. The deer
turned and jumped clear out the window. It ran off to the amazement of the
crowd outside.
>From his jacket, the Doctor took out a small device that was lighting up
and blinking from a small bubble on its surface. "What is that?"
"I'd like to know as well." The Brig appeared at the window.
"Blocks any radar signals from that huge thing we saw."
"Huge thing?" Grayson asked.
"The radar rig at Montauk. I think that when it's turned on, it causes
animals and teens to go a bit...wild in the head. I'm not entirely sure how
it works yet but I don't think that's the purpose of those that built it. I
think it's just a side effect. Messes with the nerves in the brain, making
sedate teens and docile animals..."
>From outside they heard screams. The Brig turned toward the area that the
continued screams emanated from. "...hostile?"
"YES!" The Doctor patted Grayson's shoulder and jumped out the window in a
single leap. After he tossed the device to the Brig, Grayson put a hand on
the sill that was free of glass. He used that to leverage himself out the
window. He ran after the Doctor.
They could see in a moment what was happening. A blue pick-up truck with an
open back held two young girls, a small boy, and two older women sitting in
it. The driver and her children was inside and on the front seat, looking
back and screaming, too. Menacing the families in the back were two large,
bare back, black horses. Hooves were reaching into the back drop-door,
which gave quickly. The horses seemed to want to jump into the
truck. Hooves began to menace the families as they searched for a way out
of the truck. The first horse kept at it but the other one kept moving at
the family, following any member that tried to attempt to get out of the
truck from the side.
Grayson moved to the horse on the side and touched its back. The Doctor
yelped, "Grayson, be careful!"
"I know what I'm doing, Doctor!" Grayson moved to the horse's neck with
his hands. The thing turned at him, teeth bared. It turned at him, leaving
his hands free. Grayson ducked under it and touched the horse's neck but it
moved to turn its butt to him. "Hey, boy, I don't want your butt. I want
someone else's."
The Brig ran to the area and pulled his gun but thought better of it. He
also nodded for the Sergeant to put his away. "No one shoot."
Grayson moved inward and avoided the horse's butt and a kick. He smacked
his hands down on the horse's side and turned his body sideways. The horse
moved to him again and turned its front. He stayed on the side and kept his
hands on the horse. He then moved his hands to the butt area and scratched
just above the tail. The horse seemed to calm down. When Grayson had the
horse under his control, he looked at the Doctor.
"No horse's ass, that boy." He smiled. The Doctor had his hands scratching
the other horse's neck by now. He had pulled it off the truck, to the
families' relief. The ones in the driver's front seat, came out to see if
their friends were all right. One woman, who was from the back and who was
menaced the most, kept saying over and over again, "We don't know where
they came from. They just came out of the wood and attacked us." Both
Grayson and the Doctor wished she'd shut up. "Why would horses do that? We
weren't doing anything to them! They should be put down, shot and...sirs,
bring your weapons over here and do the deed...so I can..."
"Mam, begging your pardon, mam," Grayson snapped. "Do shut up."
"Well, I never..."
"You must have. You have children." Grayson shrugged.
"We're adopted." One of the girls in the back of the truck, informed him.
"Ahh, that explains a lot. You're right. You've never." Grayson looked at
the Doctor and shrugged.
The Doctor gave him a half-nod and a disapproving but mischievous glance as
if he did, indeed, approve. "Miss, my friend meant no harm..."
"Why'd you call me, Miss? Do I look single?"
"Yup," Grayson said.
"Let's go," the woman said, in a rage. She looked at the driver, who, after
it was safe, of course, had come out of the front and asked if everyone was
all right. "I'm fine! Let's go!"
"There, there, you'll be all right, too, won't you." Grayson petted the
front of the horse, under the neck and along the mane.
The Doctor came to him and had the other horse by his side. "That was
amazing."
"Ditto, you." Grayson smiled a wide grin.
"Doctor..." The Brig started to stride over to them. He had the device in
his hands. "Why didn't this thing stop the mustangs?"
"They're Fresians, aren't they?"
"I believe so," the Doctor said and looked at the approaching Brig.
"Thing's not big enough, I suppose."
>From afar, the Brig kept talking. "Is it not big enough? Doctor, we have
to contact the White House and..."
"Oh, dear. The Brigadier will me to address the Cabinet, have lunch at
Downing Street, dinner at the Palace, and write seventeen reports in
triplicate. Well, I won't do it. I won't, I won't, I won't."
"Wanna?" Grayson nodded to his horse and then to the Doctor's.
"No..."
"Let's. If you wanna?"
As the Brig arrived, the Doctor jumped up onto his horse, "...wanna get
outta here? Sure, do." As Grayson put his hand out, the Doctor helped
Grayson onto the other horse and they rode off toward the vast woodland.
"Doctor!" The Brig frustrated. "Doctor, come back at once."
Yeats and an older man came to his side. "The store owner, sir..."
"Thanks for getting the deer out," the older gentleman told the Brig.
"You're welcome," the Brig acknowledged. "But it wasn't me. It was the
Doctor."
"Doctor? Doctor where?" The man asked.
The Doctor and Grayson rode through the woods on a clear path but with many
trees overhead. The sky seemed to be clearing, the smog from the Fourth of
July lifting somewhat. There was still a sort of dark tinge to it but it
wasn't as strong as before and the sun shone through, overtaking the dark
of the morning sky.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3eE2E4n1Y8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttQS_iahN5s
As they rode and enjoyed each other's company, Grayson pointed up to the
clouds, "...time a Time Lord spent some time smelling the roses...look at
the sun, see the clouds turn to faces in the sky..."
"In my experiences, faces in the sky usually means trouble."
"Shhh," Grayson said as he made his horse go slow by pressing his thighs on
the animal.
"You're very good bareback."
"Yes, we were awake all night."
The Doctor laughed. "That's not what I meant."
"Close your sad, sad eyes. We will be safe and sound."
Grayson began to sing his own song.
"We should be getting back."
"So soon? Don't you like my singing?"
"I love your singing but..."
He wanted to calm the Doctor. "You need a break."
"People could die."
"People die all the time. You can't save them all but without a small break
once in a while, you'll not be able to save as many as you always do."
"Just come with me for a little ride, daydreaming lightly through the
rain."
As he sang, the Doctor looked at him and laughed. It started to
fall. Rain. It was only a short summer drizzle. A summer shower as the
light from the sun shone through the trees, the water slicked down
Grayson's mostly bare body, making his skin shiny and brighter than it
was. The Doctor's hair was slicking back and he put his face up to the sky
as the rain washed it. It felt good, he had to admit. It wasn't cold and it
was refreshing. He turned to look at Grayson, who smiled at him as he sang.
"Seems we are a thousand miles away...from last night. As you sigh in my
ear. Kiss the rain goodbye."
The summer shower was over as quickly as it started. They would soon be
dried off by the fast acting summer heat. The stillness in the air was not
unnerving for once, the Doctor thought. He felt he could breath. The birds
chirped some. The wind was almost non-existent but it blew some leaves
gently across their path as they rode. Even the horses seemed content. A
brisk trot. A gallop. A trot. Taking it easy.
"It's gonna be all right, just breathe."
The Doctor nodded his acknowledgement of that to Grayson. They rode along a
more open field area that branched out to more woods and then finally, a
cliff side. The cliff overlooked the Atlantic Ocean. It all looked so
peaceful and pleasant. Two seagulls flew from the surface, making distant
sounds.
"Come away with me, it's gonna be all right, you'll see. The sky's getting
brighter with every mile and it all seems clear."
"Come away with me."
An old woman lived in a summer home atop the cliff and ran a small
farm. She looked out the window. She saw the Doctor and Grayson riding.
"Yes, mam?"
"I wanted to report a man dressed in funny clothes riding bare back on a
horse with a bare boy."
"Mam?"
"A bare..."
"Mam, is that man riding bareback on the boy?"
"No! That's not what I said."
"What are you saying, mam?"
"The funny man is on a horse, bare back."
"The funny man or the horse, mam?"
"They are riding bare back."
"They, mam?"
"The bareback...the nearly bare boy!"
"No need to get excited, mam. This funny man...is he touching the nearly
bare boy?"
"No, but..."
"Then, mam, a crime has not been committed."
"Yes, but it..."
"This line is just for crimes, mam. Call back if you see anyone bare
touching anyone else bare who's not of age, mam."
"I will."
Click.
When the horses tired, they took the Doctor and Grayson to a large modern
building, all brown and wooden. It was the area they broke out of. Grayson
could see the spot where the two broke out of the fence. He was wide eyed
that these two gentle creatures, big as they are, could do such damage. The
women who greeted the two of them, took the horses from them using straps
that they had to place around the horses' head and neck. They were
incredulous that the animals let the two of them ride them
bareback. Grayson looked at the two women. "You should really let them run
free without all the gear on once in a while. They love it."
"It's funny," one of the women said, "I was thinking of trying them out
like that."
"Don't give up on that idea," the Doctor said, "...just because they broke
free. They couldn't help it. They needed it to happen. Besides, something
in the air made them do it."
"Do you want a ride back?"
"No," Grayson said, "We'll walk back but thanks."
The walk back was just as calming as the ride to the stables. The Doctor
emerged from the woods with Grayson, both looking, to the Brig's surprise,
energized rather than tired, from their walk. The Doctor stretched. "Loved
that nature walk but I do so love the summer smell of tarred street after a
brisk and light refreshing rain."
"Doctor, I forgot to tell you..."
Back at Bessie, the Doctor asked, "HE WHAT?!!!"
"I...I'm sorry, Doctor. I thought you knew or would have guessed. That
young blond of yours..."
Grayson asked, "Which one?" And folded his arms.
"Jeremy. He must have taken off in the wee hours of the night with my
jeep."
"He what?"
"Doctor, do stop saying that? I just didn't think much of it, really. I
trust you. You trust him. It's really the only reason I trusted you to
drive us in this antique."
"Don't insult Bessie," Grayson said.
"Don't insult the Brigadier," the Doctor chided Grayson.
Grayson pulled a face at them both, separately.
The Doctor sighed. "He had a marvelous head start on us."
"Why are you concerned? Is Jeremy in any danger?" The Brig asked as he
opened Bessie's door for Grayson to get in the back. The Brig noticed the
boy's butt cheeks peeking out of the speedo. He tried to look away.
"Considerable danger."
"Where's he gone?" Grayson asked as the two men sat into the front seats.
"That's what we have to try to find out."
(SOUNDTRACK: DOCTOR WHO NEW SERIES SEASON 3: BOE)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwRVRdRiCmY
It was a huge area that was neat, clean, and appeared to have been cut out
of the middle of a thick set of trees. The surrounding areas shielded it
from the outside world. Inside, it has its own roads and a serene
quality. The woods held large trees, some felled by storms of the past, a
few having signs of thick black lightning strike residue. The front had a
split road. As he drove, he approached the entrance of the Shrine, greeted
by a beautiful statue of the Founder of the Company of Mary, St. Louis
Marie de Montfort.
Jeremy stopped the Brig's jeep and stepped out. He wore a simple brown
shirt, simple brown shorts, and bright aqua marine sneaker with some purple
on them. The shirt was a bit short for him. He pulled it down.
He walked the Stations of the Cross. He thought he'd feel something...like
when he was a child. A feeling of tingling or spirituality. After all, he
met the real Jesus. He hurried through the stations, stopping only
briefly. There were not many people around. A blond woman walked her medium
sized, white fluffy haired dog. There were some people up the many levels
of steps that led to the statues of Jesus and the two criminals on the
crosses. Two older men, an old woman, a middle aged woman, and a little
girl. They were, except for one of the older men, dressed for summer. The
other man was in a suit jacket and full suit. Jeremy moved past the tomb
and the models of the two soldiers who witnessed Jesus's resurrection. He
found the Rosary Walk and found it went in a complete circle. Throughout
the entire walk and the stations were tiny plaques that were memorials to
members of families that passed on, given by surviving members of
family. Jeremy thought this was nice. He also wondered if anyone here was
in danger. He knew they were. Where was it? Why would it come here?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZSrAAYzbWc
He wanted to feel the spirit of the place but he couldn't. He was not sure
why. He tried to stir it up in himself but it would not happen. Perhaps it
was the threat of eminent death that worried him that blocked it. He tried
the gift shop and the coffee shop, getting a P and J pastry. The people
that worked both places were nice enough.
As he went out of the coffee shop, he sat on a bench and saw two people,
middle aged, a short haired blond lady and an older man caring for the
bushes at a corner of the grass of one of the chapels across from the store
and coffee shop.
He wasn't sure if it was something from his upbringing or if he was just
uneasy but something made him want to judge these people. He felt this sort
of piousness that to him, now, seemed fake. Who was he to judge? he
thought. Everyone had to do what they felt in order to worship or find
God. He shrugged. The smells of the chapel and even that gift shop and the
man-made dogma made him bristle. To him, God was much more than any of
that. Not full of rules. Love one another. That was all we had to do. It
would make this world a better place rather than the war filled, hatred
spouting, polluted mess we had made it.
He spotted two nuns, one, the older of the two, in full nun dress, habit
and all, and one not. They talked another language as they emerged from the
chapel and headed for the car park. He wondered if they were speaking
Latin. Then, he thought about the TARDIS. Why wasn't it translating for
him? He should understand what the nuns were saying but ...he didn't. Was
it the thing's influence? It must already be here, he thought. He stood
up. He knew where.
Before heading toward the tomb, he had some more thoughts but was not sure
where they came from. It was up to all of us to choose. If someone found
faith in piousness and in lots of rules and regulations, then they should
not be judged but they should not judge either. But he knew being around
such people made him less spiritual and not more. There was a time he put
faith in such things and God did honor it. It made him feel better. But
now, he had to find God in the faith of just knowing and not in dogma.
Still, it was a nice day. Sunshine-y day.
Back home, the Doctor checked the computers. To Jesse's suggestion, he
tried some telepathic listening to see if he could pick up or even send to
Jeremy. No luck.
Now, his hands sped over the keyboards, which bored the Brig but amazed
both Jesse and Grayson, who shared their looks of amazement with each
other. Jesse put an arm around Grayson's back, which was still bare. He
hadn't changed since their return. "Nothing. Whatever this thing is that
made him do this...possessed or fanatical devotion to stop this thing on
his own using love and sensibility...it made him erase or he erased all
traces of his tracks. And only an expert can do that."
"Jeremy's good at computers but not that good," Jesse declared.
"Exactly." The Doctor bit his lower lip. "Now what?"
The Brig was behind them, answering a call on his radio. He put it away. He
came forward. "Doctor, I don't know if this is important but..."
"Everything's important, Brigadier, what is it?"
"...that first victim. The motorcycle man. What was his name?"
"Moe. Izzy to his friends?"
"Yes, yes. Well, Sergeant Yeats just received word from our UNIT
investigators that neighbors in..." he put his mouth to the radio,
"Sayville, Sergeant?" He nodded, "...Sayville..."
"That's the same town as the Bunkhouse, I think," Jesse added.
"Yes," the Doctor said. "Go on..."
"He was squatting in a house. Neighbors noticed the motorcycle. Then, they
thought two different people were using the same motorcycle. Do you suppose
you can find any clues to...oh!"
The Doctor came up to the Brig and kissed him on the cheek. "Brigadier, I
freaking love you!" He ran to the door, his coat tail flapping, "Jesse!
With me!" Jesse ran after him and out. As Grayson ran out the doorway, he
heard the Doctor yell back, "And Grayson, you stay here, get washed and
dressed. Your feet are very dirty. Keep the Brig company or return to your
song writing. You have a great career!"
Grayson stopped short. He screwed up his face to show he was annoyed but
the Doctor and Jesse were already out of the room. The Brig noticed,
however. Should he follow the Doctor this time?
The Brig pointed with his right arm extended and his pointer finger on his
left hand to the door to the shower. Grayson frowned. It was then he
noticed the Brig touching the cheek the Doctor kissed with his right
hand. Grayson put his hands on hips. "Never kissed you before, has he?"
"Of course, he has. In his tenth..."
"He was ten?" Grayson smiled.
"Ten? Why, no, he wasn't..." The Brig screwed up his mouth. "You know what
I meant, didn't you?" He smiled. "Telepathic?"
"A bit. You?"
The Brig shrugged. "No. Just happy to be kissed by him. I guess. It's
odd. All these years."
"I'd better go change."
"Yes, please do."
(KOLCHAK THE NIGHT STALKER Ripper soundtrack track 14---but take your pick
of any creepy music on the soundtrack)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRtDxDmX2kQ&index=5&list=PLD0046759DEFA2761
Bessie pulled up the old farmhouse.
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It was old but had a large garage on the side. A red, rusted overhang,
almost bent to a fallen state stood guard over the wooden, light gray
colored porch. A thin tree up the front pole spread from there into more
graying thin branches almost warning people like the web of a spider, "Do
not enter." Similar trees were on the sides of the porch, spreading up
their respective poles and toward and across the overhang roof. Three
windows and a door with a very old dust covered screen completed the first
landing.
The second landing had four windows with shutters, all set in the gray
wood. The shutters themselves looked green but were being overtaken by the
graying color as they aged. The duo could see motorcycle tire marks on the
cracked driveway which was to the right and lined by skeletal bushes. There
was also a cement path to the front door, which looked in the best
condition, even though it was covered with leaves of all types of colors,
cracked and fraying themselves.
Above the front windows was a two window extension, probably from an attic
room. The windows could hardly be seen through. There was a bench on the
porch's left side. Behind the house, spreading like another giant spider
web was a gray tree that started unseen, behind the house, and spread its
branches wide covering the entire back of the house and vortexing from
there out reaching toward the garage and what might have been a neighbor's
home...if there were any on that side.
Across the busy avenue, a wide spread street, there were more modern
homes. Apparently this was where one of the complaining and witnessing
neighbors came from. It was one of these that provided them with the info
to come here.
Jesse murmured, "Uoooo. I know what comes next."
Jesse watched the Doctor hop out of the front seat, over the door. The
Doctor stood with hands on hips which reminded Jesse of the Third
Doctor. The Doctor took the entire house into his vision.
"Let's go inside, shall we?" The Doctor commanded. And strode ahead,
toward the door.
"Dracula's Castle? Yeah, cause nothing bad can ever happen in there," Jesse
joked as he stood where he was.
At the door, the Doctor half smiled. "If we want to find more clues as to
where Jeremy might be..."
"You really think it'll keep him alive?"
"Yes. Maybe indefinitely. It thinks Jeremy will be his..." He pried open
the door and it made a loud creak.
Jesse watched the Doctor hop out of the front seat, over the door. He
followed. The house was old and semi dilapidated. When they entered, Jesse
leaned forward onto the Doctor's back, the door still creaking as it closed
behind them. The Doctor rolled his eyes as Jesse gripped his shoulders.
"It stinks of death in here..."
"Jes..." With his lover, he scanned the living room, a wide open affair,
mostly wood floors with two throw rugs on the floor, tables above them, one
for kitchen area and one for TV watching and magazine reading. There was
mud on the floor and leaves had blown to the four corners of the room. An
old, unsafe wooden staircase lead to the upper levels. Paint peeling on it
matched the wall paper...near the steps. In fact, peeling paint and
wallpaper pretty much described the whole house. The grimy windows near the
kitchen area and the one large one by the side were almost non
translucent. The windows in the front of the house were a bit cleaner,
allowing for a strange mix of light and shadow as the sky clouded up a bit.
Jesse clung to the Doctor's back.
The Doctor himself was unnerved. "You check the bed...rooms and I'll go
up..."
"You don't suppose..." Jesse moved away from the Doctor's back as he
realized the Doctor was staring back at him, confused as to why he was so
afraid. "You don't suppose he...it'd come back, do you?"
"Are you scared?"
"Maybe. But I was hoping so we could follow him, it back to Jeremy..."
"Good lad. Now..."
"If you don't mind. I spent enough time in bedrooms lately. I'll check the
upper floor..."
"Okay, Jesse. Good. I'll be right up." The Doctor took a first floor
hallway, dark and dank, toward the back bedrooms. Even though it was a
sunshiny day, the clouds had started to roll in, threatening more
rain...and this time not just a sun shower. Still, the sky hadn't let loose
yet. The Doctor felt around his jacket for his torch and taking it out,
turned it on. He shone it high in the air, holding it like Fox Mulder.
Jesse quickly regretted his choice as he felt each step before trusting
it. He would normally bound up them but any of these could give way. At
least that's what they felt like. Each creaked under his weight. He then
realized the Doctor never answered his question. Could that thing have
already returned? Hidden the cycle somewhere and be in the house right now?
He swallowed. If that were the case it could mean Jeremy was already
dead. By the time he finished pushing that horrible thought to the back of
his mind, he found himself at the top of the stairs. He peered back and
then ahead. He held the banister. The top piece came off. He tried to put
it back. "How George Bailey of me." He managed to get it back and moved
on.
The first room he took was also a kind of bedroom. The bed had been
discarded long ago and he found only a mattress on the floor but even he
wouldn't lay on it. It looked very old and very dirty. He backed away from
it. He was almost at the side wall when he saw something.
Jesse saw a pamphlet on the floor. There were leaves around it. He looked
around and saw an open window. They must have come in through it. The
brochure was on the floor in front of a closet door which was partly
open. As Jesse knelt down, his left knee hit the floor and his left foot
slightly bumped into the door, opening it some more. He picked up the
brochure and began to read it but as he did, he heard a loud creak. The
closet door behind him was opening.
An emaciated, skeletal body fell out of the closet onto Jesse's back. He
gasped, shrieked, and turned, all at once. The body dropped off him. The
Doctor ran in. "Are you????"
"All right." Jesse gasped. He was trying to catch his breath. "He's not."
"He's not. There's a reason you shouldn't wait too long to come out of the
closet. It might get too hungry for something or someone to eat. Wait too
long and you'll find yourself a skeletal mess."
"That's not funny. Ewl, I just realized that liquefied mess ---poor guy,
was on my back." Jesse looked behind him at his own ass. "Do I have any
schmutz on my S?"
"No, Clark."
"That makes you Lois." Jesse giggled but then, swallowed upon taking in
the putrefied body.
"Moe must have been squatting. That must be the original owner of this
house. His name's on some mail in the letterbox."
"Mailbox? In America, we say mailbox."
"The post."
"It's not Moe. And...I just realized something. Charles Boyair's body was
never fully found."
Jesse bent closer to look and was instantly sorry he did. "Think that's
him?"
The Doctor stood up and puffed his chest out, standing fully straight.
"No. That's a full skeleton."
"So he's killed again."
"Well, earlier, yeah."
"Was Moe a religious man?" Jesse wondered as he looked at the brochure in
his hands.
"Let me see that!" the Doctor rushed to his side, took it and squinted.
"What? What is it?"
"I think the thing believes there is power in these thar parts."
Jesse almost screwed up his mouth. "Yeah. Don't use talk like that
again. Plain and simply, it's there?"
"Yes."
"Shouldn't we tell the Brigadier?"
The Doctor waved the brochure. "I don't want a whole parade of military
men going there. Been there, done that. Many times. They wouldn't be able
to blast it to pieces anyway."
"Well, what are you...we gonna do? This thing and Jeremy are there. It may
have already killed..."
"Don't think that way."
"How else am I supposed to think? Why'd he go off and do a fool thing like
going after it himself anyway?"
"I'm not sure he could help himself."
"Meaning?"
"Something from it...some part of it passed between them and it may have
gotten into Jeremy somehow."
Jesse, frustrated, blew extra air through his nose. "So, rather than then
just being linked to each other...it might be controlling him. Making him
do things while he thinks he's the one doing them...like going there. It's
drawing him into a trap! Terrific. This just gets better and better."
"Yes, it does. Because!" The Doctor yelled and put the brochure to Jesse's
chest, thumping on it hard.
Jesse buckled slightly and took the brochure.
"Now, we know where it is." The Doctor has already taken off. Jesse ran
after him, clinging to the brochure.
"But how are we gonna stop it!??"
"To the TARDIS!!!"
Jeremy entered the tomb with trepidation. The sunny day was giving way to
more and more clouds. Left over from Fourth of July? He half expected to
find the thing sitting on the motorcycle in his path. For a moment it was
there big as life and just as scary. On the wall behind it were the
handwritten messages of hope for resurrection. Hundreds. Dwarfed now by the
huge leather clad body of the putrescent thing. "Your leather fetish
doesn't go well with your kinda state of decay. Give up your plan. It won't
work."
He realized the illusion became the real thing when the thing drove,
somehow, out of the tomb, motorcycle front first. A star like vortex had
opened up and the monster drove the motorcycle up it and turned at him,
front wheel first, like some bucking bronco. Jeremy backed away.
Outside, tourists hoping to walk into the tomb, saw a bright light of the
vortex. They went to their hands and knees and made WOW and OHHHHHing
sounds.
Jeremy realized the thing lost some more power by doing this move. "The
only way you can lure me and hide from me. You're a star. Be a star. Be the
best star you can be. But..."
The thing wasn't waiting. The motorcycle charged at him, one arm of the
thing extended to try to scoop him up.
"NOOO!" Jeremy turned and ran for his life. He ran out of the tomb, past
the facsimile Roman Centurions. He took one's spear and swiped it at the
monster, who seemed to laugh and just ride on as the spear broke around
it. Jeremy ran some more. "Get outta here!" He yelled at the tourists that
almost were hit by the motorcycle. Quickly for some, they fled; others took
a bit to get off their hands and knees. The thing looked at them for a
second and seemed to smile---or at least that was what Jeremy felt it was
doing. Jeremy flaunted himself closer to the thing, presenting his body
with his hands moving p and down his sides. "Leave them alone! It's me you
want!" As the elderly, tired, and handicapped tourists moved off...ever so
slowly, Jeremy moved up to the thing, mesmerizing it with his stare. He
lifted his shirt up to his pectorals to reveal his hard rock abs and taut
nipples. "C'mon!" Then, he turned and ran for his life again.
As he fled, he notice a mini bike at the entrance to the Outdoor Rosary
Walk. It was orange but he could not afford to be picky. "Thank God!" He
gasped as he saw the keys left in it. Probably belonged to a handicapped
person. "Forgive me, too!" He knew he had to lure this thing away from the
innocent people. He tore the mini bike up through one side of the
sprinklers into the Rosary Walk.
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There were statues at each area of the Rosary as well as names of people on
plaques, dedicated by their families or lovers or husbands or
wives. Suddenly, he thought of Jesse and the Doctor. Even the
Brigadier. And Grayson. Theon. Luke Ward. David Collins. Rob. Harn. Dick
Grayson. Big hunky blond Adam. Borj, Rollin, Rico. Micki, Jack, Ryan, and
Johnny. Erick and Jungo. Benjamie. All those good people. Doing
good. Loving him. It drove him on. Then, he recalled having seen Jesus
himself.
He heard the motorcycle behind him. He knew it was faster and would soon
figure out how to round those corners his smaller mini bike could do
easier. A man on a bench watched them go by. He had a cane so Jeremy
guessed that was the owner of the mini bike. The man tried to stand and
yelled at him. Then, the monster passed him by and he fell back onto the
bench.
The man had been looking at the statue of Mary and the Fatima
children. Lucia, Jacinta, Francisco. Funny he remembered their names. Must
have been that great movie MIRACLE OF OUR LADY OF
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Jeremy believed in other things. He wasn't sure about that one though. He
always thought Mary a great person but wasn't sure about the apparitions of
Mary. Then, he started to believe because...the motorcycle stalled, giving
him time to gain some further space between himself and the monster.
Had Jeremy not been pursued by a seeming beast from hell itself, he would
have admired the neatly trimmed bushes, the far off more wild forest. He
turned his head from side to side. If the thing were to go through the
bushes, it would cut him off. The far off bushes were too tangled and close
together with thicket and ferns. The mini bike would be stopped in there
and probably fall. If he were on foot...
He turned the bend and knew he was heading back to the beginning place of
the Rosary Walk.
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Everything was so green. So packed together. It was beautiful.
He rode the mini bike down some four steps, almost blissfully. The alien
motorcyclist rode down steps in front of him. "Who's chasing who? How'd you
do that????" Jeremy fells off his bike as it tips over. He turned his body
around, on his back. The alien is there and pointing both hands at him!
TO BE CONTINUED...